The Coronavirus Diaries, 13th September 2020.

This will be a post in two parts as in a very few minutes I am going to join Octavia, her mother and her cousin Humphrey for dinner in Octavia’s garden. So far as I know, there won’t be chips. I shall be taking my almost alcohol free gin alternative for a non-intoxicating aperitif if there are any takers. Actually I have already had an alcoholic aperitif in the shape of half a pint of medium dry cider on the return leg of a walk with Celia. It’s been a beautiful day, and I feel nicely mellow. I was working this morning with a very pleasant group of people which started the day off on a good footing. Lunch at home, a cursory read of today’s papers, and a more thoughtful read of a short story. I should have vacuumed, but that can wait until tomorrow. I have given MasterB his supper and fed the boys. Joe returns tomorrow so my garden cat feeding duties have come to an end. I intend to go to das Boot on Wednesday, so it’s just as well.

Before our walk, Celia and I sat in the garden with B&J. And Hartley. Of course. Hartley loves human company and made sure he was near us. It was only when I went inside briefly that I realised Romeo was lying in the grass at the far end of the garden. He is much less needy than Hartley. We are promised two days of hot weather, so Hartley may find some of the residents who are working from home joining him for garden breaks throughout the days. I am glad it’s going to drop to low twenties for my sojourn on das Boot, though I anticipate chilly mornings and evenings as autumn establishes itself. I am also hoping it’s not too late for blackberries. I love coming home with containers full of blackberries. There are actually quite a lot of blackberry bushes near the flat, but picking them in the country, at the edge of a field is more my thing.

Celia and I were talking about how objects take you back to places and people. We all know about Proust’s Madeleine, but he was not the first person to have memories stirred by the sight, smell or feel of something. We all have dozens of madeleine moments. So picking blackberries by a field’s edge takes me back to childhood and the excitement of food for free, fingers and mouths stained purple. Celia was saying how when she looks at the cacti in their willow pattern continuers on her kitchen window sill, she is momentarily in Coventry. It’s almost a year since we were there in the flesh, and we’d planned to return in the spring. who knows when we’ll get there now?

Back now after a lovely evening with Octavia and her mum. Her cousin Humphrey did not make it back in time for supper, but I hope to see him before he returns to his home in the US. We ate outside in a still warm evening and looked at stars and aeroplanes above us. The almost alcohol free gin alternative was a success and we enjoyed it as an aperitif as planned. I stayed longer and later than usual so now I am keen to get ready for bed, though I think the boy would like to play. We had an abortive trip downstairs, and while we were at the door the curious fox appeared and was, as is her way, curious. I thought MasterB might go out, but then along came Romeo. The curious fox left, and MasterB decided to return to the flat.

Reinhild passed a book to me which I have now passed to J. It was a strange book and strangely disturbing.

Cats and Art

I am still at a loss to understand quite why anyone would do this. I found this picture unsettling, but I can’t say why.

Hogarthian cats

I think this one would have her executed for blasphemy in a previous age. I am disturbed by the fact that I find it appealing.

Blakeian God cat

Stay safe. Keep well. Be kind.

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